We soon got back in the limo, and he sighed out in frustration.
“What happened?” I asked, concerned.
“The Sinclairs are being so damn annoying,” he said, irritated.
“How so?” I pushed further.
He looked over defeated, and I knew that was my sign to stop asking questions. I still had so many, like why the hell he said I was his wife, or why I had to be at that meeting in the first place. Was he gonna force me to marry him? Is he really the man that Nia says he is? My mind rambling, I pondered, looking out the window. We then reached what I assume was his mother’s home.
“Hey, what are we doing here?” I questioned as I looked over.
“This is our family meeting about the meeting,” he said cleverly as he opened the door for me.
I smiled as I got out of the car, and he took hold of my hand as we walked toward the house.
“Why did you call me your wife in there?” I asked, slowing down our pace.
“I can’t tell you, not yet anyway,” he said, dodging the question.
“What does that mean, Alejandro?” I asked, completely stopping in my tracks.
“Jadyn, please, let’s just go inside,” he begged, and I turned around to walk back to the limo.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me back, holding me in place.
“Let me go,” I said, trying to remove myself from his grip.
“Jadyn, get in the house,” he demanded.
“Alex, let me leave,” I finally ripped free of his grip and walked away.
“Jade!” he yelled for me, and I continued to walk.
Now a few blocks down from where I was, I sighed and sat on the curb. I grabbed my phone to call Nia when a car pulled up next to me.
“Hey, pretty lady,” the man in the car said.
I looked up, finding the son of the Sinclairs. I silently stood, not looking at him, and tried to walk away. I could hear his car slowly following behind me; I had already been dialing Nia’s number when he rolled up on me, so I assumed she was on the phone.
“Where are you running off to?” he said, trying to converse.
Ignoring him, I began to walk a little faster, trying to get away.
“You know you won’t make it far, sweetheart. Get in the car,” he threatened, his words making a chill run down my spine.
“I’m good, thanks,” I said, still walking.
“Don’t make me get out of the car, Jadyn,” he said. My body froze at his words.
“How do you know my name?” I questioned, turned toward his car.
“You aren’t that hard to find, sweetheart,” he said.
He made me sick. His stench repelled me as he walked toward me, shutting his car door. Everything about the man before me was evil. I could feel the hatred as he invaded my personal space. His anger was so strong, behind it was so much sadness.
“Please,” I muttered as he tried pulling me toward the car.
“Don’t make this hard on yourself,” he said, picking me up over his shoulder.
I kicked and punched and fought, but nothing worked. He threw me in the back seat of his car and quickly steered off. I punched the glass over and over, my hand begging for me to stop. I finally gave up.
“Where are you taking me?” I questioned, wiping the tears that fell down my cheeks.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” he said with an evil chuckle.
It sent shivers down my spine, and I felt utterly disgusted.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked.
“You’re a prized possession of the one and only Phantom, whose guts I utterly hate,” he said, disgusted.
What does he have to do with me? I’m also not a possession. I really hope he’s doing this to spite him and he doesn’t do anything to me. I just want to go home and sleep. If this is what it’s gonna be like working for the Phantoms, it’s time to find a new job.